Rebecca Val D'or Brothel ❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

Alright. Here’s. The deal. I’m slingin’ drinks. Behind this bar. And you ask me. About brothels?! Man. What a trip. Got me thinkin’. About flesh. And metal. Like in “A.I.” – my fave flick. Spielberg nailed it. “The flesh fair.” Rings in my head. Brothels? Same vibe. Bodies on display. For a price. Cash for ass. Y’know?

Man, the vibes are wicked, wicked as hell! The nights get hazy on Rue du Centre, where broken neon signs flicker. Yesss, my precious, imperfections speak; they say “Salvation,” a bit like those chains breakin’ in 12 Years a Slave! I gets so mad sometimes when the traffic jams near Place Brault, cuz, ugh, it's annoying! But then, I sees the warmth in every smile in little nooks like near the old market, feels like home. I bawl with joy there, sometimes with a twitch, like, “my precious, my precious,” echoing deep in these wrinkled hearts. Ain't it wild? Ain't it brave?

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